Moxibustion Violation 6

Chapter 6

A group of seven boys gathered in the P.E. equipment shed at the beginning of lunch period. Each of them opened their bentos and ate, while the biggest one gave the slightest a look with thunderstorms behind it. Finally he slammed his lunch down on the floor beside him.

“Okay, Hikaru, what's the big idea?” Michio demanded. “What makes you think you got the right to call us together like this? I'm in charge here — you forgot that? Anyway, we already set up this week's schedule. If you can't screw Akane when the schedule says, fix it with someone to swap places.”

Hikaru sighed. Michio was smart when he wanted to be. And he had an imagination. But there were times ...

“Did you hear the girls in class this morning?” Hikaru asked calmly. “Akane's friends, Yuka and Sayuri, and their circle?”

Michio laughed. “I don't waste my time listening to chicks. That's a good way for a man to go crazy.”

“What's up?” Tanjiro asked, giving his friend Michio a suppressing glance. He didn't care much for Hikaru, but the kid wasn't stupid.

“They were wondering where Akane was, while Raiden here was nailing her in the Nurse's office. Yuka saw her arrive at school. But Akane didn't get to the classroom until right before the bell. Then some of the others mentioned that Akane seems to keep dropping out of sight. They never see her before or after school. She keeps disappearing as soon as she finishes her lunch ...”

“Speaking of that, can you hurry up man,” Kaori whined. “I don't wanna miss my turn.”

“What I'm saying,” Hikaru tried to make clear, “is that people are starting to notice. If we keep it up at this rate, they're going to find out. Then we either go to jail, or every boy in school joins in on the fun and we almost never get a turn.”

Michio gave him a black look. “Are you saying we should slow down on fucking the little cunt?” he asked scornfully. “The way we've set it up, each of us only gets her every other day as it is. If you think I'm gonna cut back to sticking my dick in her only once a week ...”

Tanjiro leaned over a laid a hand on his arm. “Cool it, asshole. You're only pissed 'cause it's Voodoo Spike who pointed it out. But he's making sense to me.” He turned back to Hikaru. “I gotta say that I don't really want to slow down either. I got an idea you've been thinking about this, though. If you got a plan, let's hear it.”

Hikaru nodded, grinning confidently. For all that the rest still thought of him as a bit of a pipsqueak, everyone had to admit that he'd changed a fair bit in the last week. “First of all, there are three of us in the same class as Akane.”

“We know that,” Kaori whined. Tanjiro smacked the burly senior on the back of the head.

“That means there are three of us it would make sense for Akane to work on homework with. To come over to our houses to study together. Or at least ... that's what she could tell her family.”

Michio lost the black look, suddenly appreciating where the smaller boy might be going with this. After all, he was one of the classmates in question, and the idea of having Akane at his mercy in his house ...

“But my Mom is home all the time,” Takeo protested. “We couldn't do anything there.”

“My parents both work,” Hikaru said, “and they don't get home till seven. I think Michio's folks are pretty much the same.” Their leader nodded, his grin growing as the idea took hold. Hikaru continued with his explanation. “It would still look odd if she studied at someone else's house every single night. I was thinking of a three day schedule. The first day, one boy would have her at school, and Michio and a third guy would play with her that afternoon at his home. The second day would be a fourth guy at school, then me and a sixth guy at my house. The third day would be the seventh guy at school, and we leave her alone after school. The guys who screw Akane at school would do it at different times of day so there'd be less of a pattern.”

“Sounds good, except for one problem,” Raiden said in his low voice.

Hikaru looked at him and shrugged. “Because we only get her once every three days instead of once every two?” Raiden nodded and the others didn't look too thrilled either. “Here's what I think. First of all, once every three days is better than being in jail or hardly getting her at all. Second, people study on weekends too, which means we don't have to take a break from Friday to Monday.” Everyone smiled at that thought. “Third, we can occasionally have more than two people play with her at one of our houses.”

Tanjiro looked at Michio and gave a tiny nod. There was no problem, though, since his friend was already sold. Looking around, most people were at least okay with the plan, and no one disapproved. Michio slapped Hikaru on the back, staggering the boy, and said, “Nice work, Voodoo Spike. Maybe you're a real member of this team after all!”

“Are we done now?” Kaori asked urgently. On getting a nod, he took off running.

“Guess we might as well plan out the new schedule now,” Michio said. “We can set it up to start tomorrow, at my house. Takeo, you can explain it to our private whore when you fuck her this afternoon. In the meantime, I reckon that Kaori just volunteered to be the guy who gets slotted into the spot three days away.”

With a bit of grumbling and arguing, the six remaining boys hammered out the details of who would be using Akane's body for his pleasure, and when.

By the time the weekend arrived, Akane has lost count of how many loads of cum had been dumped inside her pussy. She'd been taken on her back, on her hands and knees, lying on her stomach, and squatting over the boy and forced to pump herself up and down. She'd been bent over desks, tables and chairs, screwed on her back on a kitchen table, in boys' beds twice, and lying on a bin of balls in the P.E. equipment shed. She'd sucked and licked cocks, both as a solo act and also after they fucked her. She'd been put over a boy's lap and thoroughly spanked with a hand a couple of times, though nothing to compare with those two whippings she received from a belt.

Thankfully most of the boys just wanted to get their rocks off as fast as possible. They'd make her strip, or even just flip up her skirt and pull down her underpants, then screw her as hard and fast as they could. As soon as they pumped their jism into her, they'd pull up their pants, sometimes making her suck their dick first and clean it off, and then they'd let her go.

Tanjiro was a little more imaginative. He'd used a different position every time so far. He made Akane ask him to fuck her, made her tell him she liked it while he was fucking her, and made her thank him afterward. He had given her one of the two spankings, when he decided her ‘thank you’ was lacking in enthusiasm.

But the two real perverts were Michio and Hikaru. Both of them insisted on trying to get her aroused, going beyond the need for lubrication to make their entry easier. Both of them made her say terrible, shameful things, made her beg, made her call herself a slut and a whore. They made her tell lies about what she wanted boys to do to her and things she fantasized about. They looked for little things they could do to make her feel particularly embarrassed or ashamed.

In fact, if Akane didn't know better, she'd almost swear that the two of them were engaged in some sort of weird competition to see who could find the most creative ways to humiliate her. When the other boys took their turns, she approached it sullenly, wanting to get it over with. With Michio and Hikaru the teenage girl always found herself apprehensive, wondering what new humiliation they had conceived for her that time.

Just at the moment she was over at Hikaru's house, supposedly spending part of her Saturday afternoon “discussing notes for an upcoming science project.” She was lying on Hikaru's bed, in his bedroom, naked and legs spread, listening to her host escort Kaori out of the house. The latter boy had just finished screwing her missionary style, shot his load in her after five minutes, then climbed off ready to say good-bye. Akane didn't bother moving, because she didn't know what the other boy had in mind when he came back.

On returning to the room, Hikaru gave the nude girl a smile and said, “Why don't you go take a bath?”

Akane looked up at him from where she lay, her expression moderately forlorn. “What's the point?” she asked. “You're just going to get me dirty again.”

His smile twisted, amused. “Do it for me. Go.”

Akane sighed and heaved herself up. She cupped a hand under her crotch just in case anything leaked out. Two days earlier she had dripped on the floor at Michio's house and he had made her lick it up. Akane found her way to the bathing room and rinsed herself down, then dried off. She walked back to the boy's bedroom still completely nude.

On turning the corner and walking through the door into the room, Akane had to stop suddenly so as not to run into the room's occupant. Hikaru held out a piece of paper, smiling, and said, “I just wrote this up. Today you're going to be an actress. You have five minutes to memorize your lines, then we're going to begin. Say your lines at the obvious places. Oh, and feel free to ad lib.”

Akane took the sheet warily, then scanned it quickly before going back to read more carefully. It contained stage directions in addition to dialog, and the content was, of course, perverted. Not to mention ...

Looking up, Akane complained, “I haven't done anything wrong. I've done everything you've said.”

Hikaru answered, “It won't hurt that much. It's a game, not a punishment. Of course, if you don't do what I want, then you will be punished for real.”

She sighed, looking back down. All things considered, it could be worse. Besides, it wasn't like it would be the first time, and this boy in particular wouldn't be able to hit as hard as her other tormentors could.

After reading the short dialog through several times and doing her best to commit it to memory, Akane looked up and said, “I guess I'm ready. Are you sure you wouldn't just like to screw me? What's wrong with just getting yourself off that way?”

Hikaru walked up to her and cupped her face with his hand, caressing gently. “Because I want to have fun with you. That's what you are now, you know, a toy. A little fucktoy. And I like playing with you. Now it's time to start. Remember to make me believe your acting. I'm sure I don't need to make any threats to you about Michio.”

Akane shook her head, successfully keeping her true feelings hidden. I must obey. For now. She took a deep breath and fell to her knees, clasping her hands in front of her. “Oh Hikaru-sama, I'm so sorry you walked in here only to catch me screwing that boy Kaori! I never meant to cheat on you! But you know how hard it is for me to keep my legs closed! All of the boys know I'm a slut, and they take advantage of it! Please, forgive me!”

Hikaru stood over her, looking gravely annoyed. “And how many times have you let someone other than me fuck you in just the past week?” he demanded, practically roaring the question.

Akane went over the details since last weekend, calculating quickly. She hung her head and quietly said, “Sixteen, sir.”

“I see,” he said coldly. “If you want my forgiveness, you must be punished. I believe that four swats for each incident should be fair. Come place yourself across my lap and ask me to spank you.”

Hikaru sat in his desk chair. Resigned, Akane climbed to her feet and lay down across his lap, bare bottom in the air and head hanging down toward the floor. “Please spank me for being a bad girl and fucking all of those boys, sir. Please spank me and teach me to be a good girl.”

Her classmate raised his arm up in the air, then brought the hand down with a hard slap on one ass cheek. The flesh quivered, and a faint print was left behind, but Akane didn't even grunt. There was a second slap, on the other cheek. Then a third, a fourth, and on and on.

By the twentieth smack, Akane's bottom was beginning to sting. By the fortieth, moisture was collecting in her eyes, and she was making small “Eep” sounds with each spank. By the sixtieth she had a couple of tear tracks running down her face, and was sniffling in between the smacks.

At that point Hikaru paused and said, “I have a ping pong paddle here for the last four.” He watched Akane's buttocks clench, waited a minute for them to relax, and then struck. Instead of delivering the blows separately and well paced, he gave her all four as quickly and as hard as he could. Akane tried to hold out, but howled at the last one.

Sniffling, still over his lap, she complained, “I thought you said you'd never hurt me.”

He sounded untroubled by the accusation. “We both know you aren't seriously hurt. You trained as a martial artist, you can take a little bit of stinging and soreness. Now stick to the script.”

Akane grumbled under her breath, but was careful not to let him hear it. She got off of his lap and knelt in front of the boy, facing him. Aloud, still trying to fully catch her breath after the punishment, she said, “Th-Thank you very much for sp-spanking me, Hikaru-sama. I'll try not to b-be such an easy lay fr-from now on. The only one I should b-be a slut for is you.”

She took a deep breath, then added, “The spanking made me very horny, sir. My pussy is dripping wet.” Akane wished that wasn't the case, because she couldn't come up with a rational reason for why that last sentence was true. “Would you please fuck me, Hikaru-sama? My cunt needs to have a cock shoved in it very badly.”

He smiled and replied, “Well, I wouldn't want you to suffer, my little toy. Crawl over to the bed, then kneel on the floor beside it. Lay your front down on the mattress, and stretch your arms out above your head.”

Akane did as she was told. A moment later she heard his feet padding up behind her. He took hold of her ankles and pushed her legs wide apart, but left her kneeling. A few seconds later she felt his large cock making its entrance, spreading her passage and sliding within.

Why am I so wet? Akane asked herself again. I wasn't this wet when Kaori left. It couldn't be the spanking. After all, that has nothing to do with sex. It's just punishment. But try as she might, Akane was unable to come up with a satisfactory explanation.

The other thing bothering her was that, as on the previous occasions, Hikaru somehow managed to make getting screwed feel better than the other boys did. With any of them she was unable to avoid the sensation of physical pleasure, which troubled her since, after all, when you came down to it these were acts of rape. She also didn't think it was due simply to Hikaru's size, since Raiden was nearly as thick. Although it was true that when either Hikaru or Raiden was screwing her, her clit somehow seemed to receive steadier and stronger bursts of pleasure than with the others as they pushed their dicks in and out of her pussy. On reflection, she thought that perhaps it was simply Hikaru's attitude. Unlike the rest of the gang, he seemed to think of her as something more than the mere fucktoy he called her.

Regardless of the reason, Akane found herself climbing once more toward that peak which would end in climax. Which brought its own problem. Hikaru had shown a sinister talent for spotting when she was close to that point, when she was becoming lost in the pleasure and unable to think clearly. That was the moment when he liked to pause and order her to say things. Humiliating things. Unable to focus properly, she invariably ended up phrasing what he wanted in a way which utterly mortified her afterward.

As Hikaru pushed his cock forward into her cunt, Akane felt herself pushing her ass back to take it. She moved forward again slightly as he pulled back, only to push herself onto the cock again on the return stroke. She knew that this wasn't right, that she wasn't supposed to be participating in her own rape — at least not unless ordered — but she couldn't stop herself. It felt too good. As always when she gave in to the pleasure, Akane tried to imagine it was Ranma doing this to her instead. Which only served to accelerate her impending orgasm.

Then Hikaru slid his cock all the way out of her.

“Noooo!” Akane moaned, pushing her ass back in search of the pleasure-giver he had taken away. Then she clamped her mouth shut, burying her face more deeply into the blanket. Oh God! she wailed internally. He'll never believe I don't want him to fuck me after that!

Hikaru smirked, leaning forward over her back. “We both heard that, Akane. Go ahead and admit that you love getting screwed with my cock.”

Akane didn't want to admit anything of the sort, especially after the way she had just shamed herself. On the other hand, for more than a week now she had been telling herself over and over again that she had to go along with their demands. It had become a mantra, a protective habit so as not to risk an unthinking act of defiance. The possibility that they might choose to destroy her life if she displeased them could not be ignored.

“Y-yes, Hikaru-sama. I love getting screwed by your cock. It feels so good when it's fucking me. Please.”

“Please what, Akane-chan?” he asked, in mock puzzlement. He began stroking the tip of his cock up and down between her petals. On each downstroke, he made certain that it bumped against her clit, bringing a tiny moan to her lips.

Akane wished there was some other way, but she knew from previous sessions what he wanted to hear. “Please, Hikaru-sama. Please fuck me. I need your cock. Please stuff me full with your prick. Please fuck me until I come, and then fill me with your sperm. Please, I'm a slut, and sluts need to be fucked.”

Hikaru pushed forward slowly, watching her folds spread wide to accept his cockhead. Akane moaned loudly at the intrusion. As he pushed forward, filling her, he whispered, “Keeping telling me how much you want it, or I'll pull out again.”

As his dick went further and further in, Akane felt herself beginning the climb to that peak once more. “Please keep fucking me. Oh God, yes. I love it. Please fuck me. Please make me come. Everyone knows I'm a dirty little slut who needs to be fucked. Oh, God. Harder.” Her incoherent thoughts again imagined Ranma driving her out of her mind, doing this to her. “Ohhh. Fuck me, fuck me! Make me come. Please, Ran...” She bit the name off, adding in quick desperation, “Fuck me! I need to come! Fuck your slut! Nooooo!”

The last drawn out wail was pulled from her at the same time Hikaru pulled out his prick. He looked down at the shaking girl, wriggling her ass, with a frown on his face. Abruptly he said, “Roll over, Akane-san,” and grabbed her side with a hand, forcing her to do so.

Akane flopped over onto her back, her eyes more than a little wild. Her ass was hanging just over the edge of the mattress, her legs sticking out into air on either side of him, heels resting on the floor. He pressed his cock to her slit, deliberately rubbing it against her clitoris, pulling it away, rubbing again, pulling away again ...

“Do you want this inside of you, Akane-san?”

“Yeesss!” she moaned. “Please fuck me. I need to come.”

“Who do you want to fuck you, Akane-san?” he demanded.

“You, Hikaru-sama,” Akane panted. “I want you to fuck me!”

He leaned forward, putting his face close to hers. “Are you sure?”

Akane grew frightened, not that he would stop, but of what he might do if he was truly angry with her. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me. I want your cock inside me. I want you to come in me. Please.”

“Keep your eyes open,” Hikaru told her severely. “If I see you close them before you come, I'm going to ask Michio to whip you again. Understand?”

Akane nodded her head up and down mutely. Her excitement was starting to ebb from the fear.

Then Hikaru stuffed the head of his cock back in her, causing Akane to bite her lower lip. He put his hands under her ass and lifted, at the same time pressing forward and sliding his rigid manhood down her canal centimeter by centimeter. In the process, he let gravity assist him in maintaining a tight pressure between the upper portion of her genitals and the pole pushing past and into her.

Akane started moaning as he went deeper, clenching her ass cheeks to press up against him. Her eyelids fluttered closed, bringing a sharp command of, “Look at me!”

Her eyes snapped open again, looking up at the face of the boy who was in the process of screwing her. Of raping her, if she was going to be honest. Despite the coercion, Akane couldn't keep herself from moaning as his thick length filled her and withdrew, over and over. She tried to imagine that it was Ranma doing this to her, but had trouble holding on to the image while looking up into Hikaru's face.

“Aren't you supposed to be saying something?” Hikaru suggested.

Akane's mouth was opening and closing, teeth drawing repeatedly over her lips. The cock in her, fucking her, felt so damn good. She kept trying to push herself toward him, to take more of it in, but his hands on her ass frustrated the effort. What had he said? Something about saying something?

She remembered. She had to ask him to fuck her, to come in her, or else he might stop. Moaning, Akane gasped out, “Fuck me. Come in me. Screw me. Make me come. Please. Fuck me good. I need to come.” She tried again to imagine that it was Ranma's cock, captured the fantasy for a moment, then felt it break apart as she looked up at Hikaru fucking her. She wanted to close her eyes to make it easier, but he'd forbidden her to do so, in a manner she didn't dare disobey.

Judging the moment, Hikaru stopped without warning, his cock deeply embedded in her cunt. His hands held her ass still, not allowing her to move. Akane tried to flex her muscles, to move herself on the impaling rod, but couldn't overcome his strength. “Nooo!” she begged, keeping her eyes open as ordered. “Fuck me, please! Now! I need to come! Please! Oh God, please!”

The boy looked down at her. “Are you a slut Akane-chan?”

“Yeesss!” she wailed. “I'm a slut. I'm the biggest slut at Furinkan. I'm the biggest slut in Nerima! Please fuck me!”

He gave her an evil, teeth baring grin. His voice came out in a hissed whisper. “Who would you rather have fucking you? Me? Or Ranma?”

Akane wanted to scream Ranma's name to the stars. But if she did, he'd pull out. She'd be punished. They might send photographs to her father. They might tell other boys she couldn't defend herself. She had to obey.

“You,” she said, panting it. “I want you to fuck me, Hikaru-sama. Not Ranma. You.”

Hikaru rewarded her by moving his cock a few centimeters, bringing a long echoing moan from her mouth, before he froze again.

“Do you want me to come in you, slut? Do you want me to fill your cunt with cum? Do you want it to overflow into your womb?”

“Yes, yes,” she screamed. “Anything! Fuck me!” Her eyes almost closed. She forced them wide open again, looking up at his face. “Cum in me! Fill me up! Fill up my womb! Anything you want! Fuck me!”

He gave her another few centimeters of motion and stopped. Akane beat her fists on the bed in frustration. She tried to jerk her hips around to get more stimulation. She was completely out of her mind. Unable to think. Unable to focus on anything other than the need to come.

“But if I do that, you might get pregnant,” the boy suggested coolly. Not that he believed that. Unlike the other boys, Hikaru had taken notice that Akane showed no fear of just such a thing happening, and had concluded that she was using some type of contraceptive. Still, it was fun to tease her. “Is that what you want, Akane-chan? Do you want me to come in you and knock you up?”

By now she was ready to say anything if she could only have the orgasm which was only ... just ... out ... of ... reach. Besides, a tiny fragment of mind was able to remember that such a thing couldn't happen, which made it easier to say the words. “Yes!” she cried. “I want you to knock me up! I want to have your baby! Please, please ... come, need come.”

Hikaru was having the absolute time of his life. His cock was a solid bar of steel. He slid it a little just to remind the almost mindless girl of what she wanted. Then he spoke again. “If I knock you up, then everyone at school will know. They'll all call you a slut. Is that what you want? Do you want to walk around the school with a huge, pregnant belly and have everyone tell you you're a slut?”

Akane was trembling like a junkie in withdrawal. “Please, Hikaru-sama. Please. Fuck me. Please.” He just kept looking at her until she managed to put together the words he wanted. “Please make me pregnant. I want ... I want to walk around the school with a big belly ... with your baby inside me. I want everyone to know I'm a slut. I want everyone to call me a slut. I want everyone to treat me like a slut. Please.”

He let himself sink in to the bottom. “Do you want Ranma to come back and see you pregnant? Do you want Ranma to know you're a slut?”

“No! No!” Akane screamed, before realizing her mistake. “Yes! I'm sorry. Yes! I want Ranma to know I'm a slut!” She felt him move and stop again. “God damn you Gosunkugi! I need to cooome!”

Hikaru had a demonic smile on his face. His balls ached with the need to release. He leaned over her, pressing the top of his cock against the top of her slit, applying a small extra pressure to her clit. “Akane-chan. I'll fuck you good and hard and make you come if you say one final thing.”

“Anything! Anything!” she pleaded.

“Look me right in the eye, Akane, look at me and tell me you wish Ranma was standing right here, watching you fuck me like the slut you are.”

Akane couldn't take it anymore. Her need outweighed everything. Obey. Obey. Obey, part of her mind chanted, rationalizing. Akane kept her eyes fixed on Hikaru's face. “I wish ... I wish Ranma was here ... watching me fuck you ... so that he'd know ... exactly what sort of slut I am. Please!”

Hikaru suddenly pulled himself back so that only the head was left inside. Then he rammed forward, burying himself all the way. Akane screamed, loud and piercingly. Her back arched, her head thrown back. Her hands fisted in the blankets. Her legs stuck straight out to either side past Hikaru's body. She was shaking in nonstop tremors.

Hikaru pulled back and plunged in again. Akane let out another scream as a second orgasm crashed over her. He pulled back only halfway, and then shoved back in as his own orgasm hit. Surge after surge traveled the length of his cock, firing from the end so hard that he was sure the blasts of cum must be bruising her insides where they struck. He could swear a full minute passed before he finally leaned forward, letting her ass rest on the mattress once more.

Akane was still trembling. Her eyes were clouded, unseeing. She was giving off little whimpers as her cunt rhythmically tightened on Hikaru's prick, over and over again, trying to milk it of every last drop. When he finally pulled himself out, she was still dazed and unresponsive. Shaking his head, the boy grabbed her panties and put them on the floor underneath her just before a flood of jism poured out of her slit, sliding over her ass and falling to soak into the pale blue fabric. Standing on rubbery legs, he grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped himself off.

When Akane finally awoke from her stupor, she saw Hikaru sitting at his desk, fully dressed, watching her. At the same time she realized what a lewd picture she presented, lying on her back, completely nude, her ass at the edge of the bed, legs spread wide open. From his position, he could not help but be able to see every bit of her privates. Yet she lay there, unmoving, not covering herself, as a deep, endless sense of shame washed through her.

She'd had an orgasm while being raped, and this time she hadn't been imagining Ranma when it happened. She'd been looking right at her rapist. The only person she'd been thinking about fucking her was ... him. She'd had an orgasm for no reason more or less than the fact that Hikaru Gosunkugi had been fucking her.

Even harder to deal with was what she had said. Not so much the stuff about asking him to screw her, and make her pregnant, and having everyone at school know she was a slut. All of that she could reconcile with the need to obey her rapists, to do as they told her. But she'd told Hikaru that she'd rather have sex with him than Ranma. She'd said she wanted Ranma to watch her doing so. She'd said she wanted Ranma to know she was a slut.

Akane started crying. She still did not move or cover herself, lying there with spread legs while her gasps built up to sobs and tears ran from her eyes. I really am a slut, she keened inside her mind. I had an orgasm because I was being raped. Not because I was thinking of Ranma. Because I was being raped. If Ranma ever comes back he'll know, he'll find out that I got off on being screwed by someone else. He'll call me a filthy little whore and go away ... She was weeping harder and harder as her own thoughts attacked her.

Hikaru got up and sat on the bed beside her, reaching down and stroking a hand through the hair atop her head. He looked at her nude form admiringly, the pink nipples, the taut muscles, the trim patch of midnight black hair above her slit. Taking a deep breath, he said, “You're not, you know.”

“Wh-what?” she managed to ask between sobs.

“You're not really a slut,” he explained. “You're being forced. Let me ask. If you were free to choose, if we had no hold over you, would you let any of us touch you?”

“N-n-no,” she whispered.

“And if you had to choose ... oh, and you can answer honestly, this one time, I promise you won't be punished ... if you had to choose, would you rather have sex with me or Ranma?”

Akane managed to open tear-blurred eyes, to look up at him. Could she trust him? Could she really answer honestly? Chin trembling, she stuttered, “R-R-Ran-m-ma.”

Hikaru nodded. “You're not really a slut, Akane-san. You just have to do what you're told. Which includes saying really nasty things about yourself. And I'm not going to stop making you say those things, either. But I don't want to see you break. So try to remember the truth.”

“Why are you saying this?” she whispered, for some reason not thinking about her nudity.

He shrugged. “I had a crush on you. Back before. I'm afraid that's dead now. I am going to go on thinking of you as some sort of toy, but ... I still care, in a way. If nothing else, it's Akane Tendo I want to play with — not some Akane-shaped mindless doll.”

Akane looked up at him, unable to believe how much he'd changed from the almost invisible figure he'd been before. Had this self assured boy always been hiding inside him, waiting to get out? Was there something else still hiding, something decent in there she could reach?

“Can't you help me get free?” Akane whispered.

He shook his head sadly. “No. Sorry. I don't want to. I've looked into my soul and ... I can't give this up. It's like a drug, and I'm a helpless addict. I suppose that makes me evil. But it's a kind of evil that remembers being something else.”

Still whispering, she tried suggesting, “Could you get me free of the others? I think it ... wouldn't be as bad ... if it was only you. If you did, I'd ...” Akane gulped. “I promise I'd try to be a ... a good toy for you. I'd do anything you said.”

“Even while hating every minute of it?” Hikaru asked.

Akane closed her eyes and nodded miserably. “I hate every minute of it now,” she whispered. “But you care, a little, even when you make me do things I hate. The others ... they'd destroy me in a minute if it suited them. I ... don't think you'd do that.”

Hikaru sighed. “I'm sorry, Tendo-san. I truly am. But Michio scares the shit out of me. And I don't see a way to do anything about them. If I did ... and it was foolproof ... maybe I would. But that's not going to happen. So don't think about it.”

He looked down at her. “I'll promise you this, though. I won't mention your slip of the tongue to the others. If it helps you deal with what they're doing to you, go ahead and fantasize that you're with Ranma instead of them.” His mouth twisted in a wry grin. “Though I suggest you be careful about not calling his name.”

Then he gave her a more serious look. “Not with me though. From now on I'm going to be watching you closely. The only person you think about when I'm screwing you is me. If I get any hint, any hint at all, that you're pretending my cock is Ranma's ...” He leaned closer. “I will come up with a punishment that will make anything Michio has contemplated seem like kid stuff. So you are going to swear to me right now, on your honor, that you won't fantasize about anyone else when we have sex. That you'll only think about me.” He leaned back, lifting his hand from her hair and crossing his arms. “Do it,” he said, waiting expectantly.

Akane almost cried again, but at least he wasn't going to punish her right now, and he had promised not to tell the others. It was something, however little. She closed her eyes, then spoke quietly. “I swear, on my honor, that if, um, when, we're, uh, having sex, that I'll ... only think about you. I won't ... pretend you're ... someone else.”

He got up off the bed, satisfied, and changed the subject. “You might want to think about getting up and getting dressed. Because if you keep lying there like that, I'm going to get horny all over again. And then this whole thing is going to be repeated.”

Akane sat up quickly at that, covering herself at last. She hunted around for her clothes, immediately finding her underpants at her feet. She lifted them between thumb and forefinger, looking at the gooey puddle on the inside rear and the large, damp area where a good deal of it had already soaked in. She glanced in Hikaru's direction to see if he would order her to put them on despite the mess, but he ignored her, picking up a book from a shelf and flopping down to read.

Not sure what else to do, and still walking around naked, Akane pulled a quantity of tissues from the box on his bed and wrapped the panties in them. Then she stuffed the whole down inside the schoolbag she had brought over with her for the pretense of what they were supposed to be working on.

After that Akane pulled on the rest of her clothes and left, walking home, glad that she had worn tights so that she wasn't completely exposed under her knee length skirt. Even so, the breeze blowing past worked its way under the skirt and chilled the large wet patch on her tights where the fluids were leaking out of her pussy. She hurried her steps so that she could get home and change.

It was late Sunday morning, a little before lunch, and Akane was sitting on the couch with her feet drawn up underneath her. She was reading a magazine, but having a little trouble concentrating. For some reason her pussy kept reminding her that it had been nearly twenty-four hours — well twenty and a bit, anyway — since it had been filled with a rigid, erect cock. She was feeling badly depressed that she couldn't stop thinking about sex, given that the near constant sex in her life at the moment was all coming at the hands of rapists. It was enough to make any girl depressed.

And horny, her subconscious insisted on chiming in. Arrrghhh! I am not horny! She closed her eyes. I am not going to sneak up to my room and touch myself. This is just ... habit. Those bastards are forcing me to get used to that stuff. And some asshole is going to be screwing me again in just a couple of hours, so I ... am ... not ... horny!

Nabiki wandered into the room, carrying some books which she put in the cabinet. Something she must have decided to leave behind, Akane thought. Or something that belonged to the whole family to begin with, and she borrowed semi-permanently.

The older girl turned around, then smiled and said, “Hey there, little sis! What are you looking so down in the dumps about?”

Akane looked back down at her magazine. “I'm ... not. I'm fine.”

Nabiki smirked. “Don't try to kid a kidder. Come on. What's up?”

Akane put down her magazine and looked up, her expression sad. “What? Can't I be unhappy that my sister's going away? That I don't know how long it might be before I see her again?”

Nabiki sat down at the other end of the couch, facing Akane with one leg folded up onto the cushion. “I suppose. A bit. Though we both know you and I have never been all that close. No. If I were to bet, it's not so much the possibility of missing me. It's that you miss that fiancé of yours. Ranma.”

The younger girl looked down. “That baka? Why would I miss him?”

Her sister snorted. “Dad and Uncle Saotome are out in the dojo, and Kasumi is hanging laundry. The only one who could possibly hear you admit the truth is the person who won't even be around to tease you about it after next weekend. And believe it or not, I think that Ranma is the right baka for you. Is it so terrible to admit that you miss him?”

Akane was still looking down. She tried not to let a tear break free. For some reason, she felt the need to confess to someone, and as Nabiki had said, she would be carrying the confession away with her in a week. For some insane reason, Akane didn't even consider the possibility of extortion before that week was up. Speaking barely above a whisper, she admitted, “I can't tell you how much I miss him. I wish he'd come back. I want him here. I need him here.” The tear broke free, leaving a trail of moisture behind as it slipped down and fell off her cheek.

Abruptly Nabiki slid across the couch and pulled her younger sister into her arms. “Hey! It'll be all right. He'll come back, you'll see. And he'll be as strong as ever. I'd never say he has any brains, but one thing about Ranma, he never gives up.”

Akane hugged her sister back. In a choked voice, she said, “Thanks.”

Nabiki pulled back. “Just don't tell anyone I did that. Put it down to temporary insanity. Which must also explain why I'm not going to charge you to keep it secret how you feel about him. Damn. I'm going soft. I have to get out of here before you become an even worse influence on me.” With a smile and a flounce of her hair, she got up and left the room.

I wish I could tell you the truth, Akane thought. But you'd insist on trying to help. And there's nothing you can do. I just can't bear having anyone else know about this. She picked her magazine back up and tried to concentrate on the article, her mind stubbornly remaining far away, wondering where Ranma was. Unconsciously, her thighs pressed tightly together in a rhythmic manner.

Akane listened to the footsteps as the boy who had just finished using her padded down the hall. She said nothing. There were voices in the distance, accompanied by laughter, as Katsuo presumably described to Michio what he had just finished doing with her. More noises were followed by the sound of a closing door.

The girl continued to lie there, expecting Michio to show up immediately to take his own turn with her body. After several minutes passed, she began to wonder what he was up to. As time crawled on further, Akane grew restless, and attempted to scream her frustration.

Michio finally showed up, leaning against the frame of the door to his bedroom. Smiling down at her nude form, he remarked, “I was going to ask if you wanted to join me, Tendo-san. But I can see that you're all tied up.”

Akane glared at him. It was all she could do. There was a thick gag in her mouth, preventing all but the smallest grunts of sound. Her ankles and wrists were tied spread-eagled to the four corners of the bed. She was stretched to tightly she could barely wriggle.

Michio grinned. “You certainly make a pretty picture like that. But I kind of wonder what's the point. It's not like you can stop us from doing anything we want to you, so why bother tying you up? I guess Katsuo just has some fantasies about bondage. Which is reason enough, now that I think about it.”

Akane wished he'd shut up and start untying her.

“I kind of wonder,” he mused, standing there without a care in the world. “Was it any easier for you this way? I mean, it must piss you off pretty bad, knowing you can't defend yourself because of that weakness moxibustion. I know it would sure as hell piss me off. But this time that wasn't the reason you couldn't fight back; it was the ropes. So you didn't have to think about the moxibustion while he fucked you. It just got we wondering, did that make it easier, or not?”

Akane closed her eyes. He couldn't order her to answer while the gag was in place, and she didn't feel like trying to nod or shake her head. Besides, yes or no wouldn't convey how she felt about it. She hated feeling helpless while some perverted boy used her body for his pleasure. Whether she was helpless because of the weakness moxibustion, or ropes, or blackmail, or any other reason, they were all equally unpleasant. Each in its own way.

Fortunately Michio didn't seem to care too much about the answer. He finally pulled himself off the door jamb and strolled over. The teenage boy idly fingered her pussy while she was held there motionless. When he tired of this he untied her wrist and ankle on her left side, then moved around the bed to the other side. While he was untying her right limbs, Akane used her left hand to loosen the knot behind her head and remove the gag.

After being untied, she closed her legs and crossed her arms over her lower chest. Then she just lay there staring at the ceiling, waiting for further orders.

“Well, aren't you just the little zombie,” Michio laughed. “Go on and get up, Tendo-san. Time to play whore.”

Akane rolled to the side and sat up, eyeing him warily. She was pretty certain he wasn't talking about taking her somewhere and selling her to some stranger for sex. Or if he was, that was going to be the end of his games, photos be damned, since being turned into a prostitute would be as bad as the photographs being published. Still, she was concerned about what it was he did have in mind.

“Follow me,” he said, and led her into his bathing room. There he picked up a squeeze bottle and handed it to her. She eyed it curiously, not understanding what he wanted.

Smiling pleasantly, the boy explained. “Today you're going to be a girl working in a soapland. First, you're going to undress me. Make certain to caress me and use your mouth on me as you go. Then you're going to pour that stuff all over your body. After that, the idea is to massage the lotion into every part of my body using your body, except you're not to use your hands. I'll tell you more when we get to it.”

Akane looked at him with disgust, although she did her best to hide it. She had heard about the perverted practices of prostitutes who worked in the infamous soaplands. It seemed his idea for today was to make her pretend to be a whore, just like he'd said, one who worked at a place like that. Swallowing her pride, a task which had become increasingly easy with habit, the naked girl started to unbutton his shirt.

Working slowly, Akane removed each article of his clothing and carefully put it in the laundry bin, kissing the various portions of his body as they were exposed. When she was done, she picked up the bottle of lotion and the two of them moved onto the tile floor near the furo. Trying not to think too much about what she was doing, Akane lifted the bottle and squeezed, pouring the thick liquid on her shoulders and chest, letting it run over her breasts, then spreading it with the other hand. She made sure to get her sides, back, butt, pussy and legs as well.

After that she went to work. Wondering if it might get him to keep his eyes closed for later parts, Akane started with his face. She drew his head down between her tits, then rotated herself from side to side and up and down, spreading the lotion across him from forehead to chin and ear to ear. The process left him with a stupid, happy grin on his face.

Akane turned around and pressed her back to his chest, bending and straightening her knees to slide up and down, transferring some of the liquid from her body to his. The feel of his erection sliding between her oily ass cheeks was decidedly ... strange. She smirked at the hissing gasp it brought to his lips.

Finished with his front, Akane moved behind the boy. She wrapped her arms around his chest for purchase, then slid her own chest up and down his back, mashing her tits into the solid muscles he had there. She also ground the front of her pelvis against his butt, which she had to admit, despite his other faults, was pretty taut.

To finish up, Akane had Michio sit on the edge of the furo. There she straddled his thighs, one at a time, rubbing her pussy and the insides of her own thighs against his legs. When she was done she simply stopped, still sitting on his right knee, and tilted her head to the side as if to ask, “What next?”

Michio, breathing hard, pointed to the floor and told her, “Now y-you kneel and g-give me a blowjob.”

Unsurprised, Akane lifted off of his knee and gracefully knelt on the floor between his legs. Taking hold of the base of his cock with her left hand, she slid her mouth over the head and then pushed down to engulf the stiff rod. A practiced cocksucker by now, even if she hated when they called her that, Akane's tongue action and suction soon had him on the edge of blowing his wad.

“Stop!” he commanded.

Akane slowly pulled her head back, her tongue licking along the full length of his prick, making the boy shudder. Her lips drew back over the head until his organ popped free, bouncing a little. She looked up in curiosity. Inwardly she was grumbling that she hadn't managed to make him come with that final maneuver. It had worked on Takeo the other day, and just as she'd hoped the wimp hadn't been able to get it back up afterward to screw her.

“Whooo!” Michio exclaimed. “You must really like sucking cock, don't you, Akane-chan?”

She knew he always insisted on a response to these questions. She continued looking up at him, since he'd once exacted painful retribution on her nipples for breaking eye contact at such a moment. “Yes, I do. I really like sucking on cocks.”

“Okay, let's rinse off and then you can show me how good a whore you are when you fuck me.”

After rinsing the lotion from both of their bodies, Akane dried Michio off with a towel before drying herself as well. Together they walked back to his bedroom, where Michio lay down on his back.

“I'm feeling a little tired,” he said, “so today you get to do all the work.”

Akane nodded, knowing what he wanted from having been made to use this position a couple of times before. She climbed onto the bed and threw a leg over his body, straddling him. Despite the fact she'd rinsed the lotion off, enough had gotten into her slit that she was already well lubricated. At least, she hoped it was the lotion and not her own fluids. Taking his erect staff in one hand, she guided it to her opening as she lowered herself onto it. With a small groan, Akane slid the stiff piece of meat all the way up into her body. She paused for a moment at the bottom.

“There's no need to take your time,” her molester said, his body twitching. “Go ahead and start screwing me.”

As she obeyed, Michio reached upward and started fondling Akane's tits, brushing his thumbs over the nipples. They quickly stiffened under the stimulation, and he rolled them lightly between thumb and forefinger. He watched in amusement as Akane's teeth indented her lower lip, then lowered his gaze to watch his prick sinking between her folds only to emerge again as she raised herself.

Releasing her left boob, Michio moved his right hand down between Akane's legs. Brushing over her wet flesh he quickly found the hard little nub he sought, bringing a gasp from her as he touched it. As she screwed herself on his dick, he let his fingers stroke alongside her clit, allowing her no escape from his touch as she tried to jerk herself up and down.

Akane was in hell. Getting screwed produced physical pleasure, she had come to accept that. But this particular position gave her control over it. Which meant that she herself was in control of the pleasure she was getting from being screwed — or rather, from screwing him. Akane wanted to turn this to her advantage, to use the control to give Michio enough pleasure to get him off and end the session, while not stimulating herself so much that she might climax. The problem was, her body seemed to have other ideas. Despite her best intentions, Akane found herself pushing her cunt down onto his staff in such a way that she was maximizing the pleasure she got from it.

Just to make it worse, Michio's fingers were touching her down there. Exciting her. Sending currents of pure electricity along the nerves in her clitoris. She wanted to beg him to stop, but had a pretty good idea what his reaction would be and knew therefore that to do so would accomplish nothing except to thoroughly embarrass herself.

“Oh, yeah,” Michio cooed. “You like that you little whore, don't you?”

Inside, Akane thought, It would feel better if you shut up, asshole! You're distracting me from imagining doing this to Ranma. Outwardly she responded, “Yes, I really like that.”

Michio was breathing hard now. “Refer to yourself ... in the third person ... as ‘little whore.’ ... Tell me ... ‘This little whore ... loves fucking you.’”

Akane was having almost as much trouble with her breathing. Damn his fingers! And who does he think I am, Shampoo? Aloud she said as he wished, “This little whore loves fucking you.”

Michio gazed once more at the spot where they were joined. Akane was lifting up, her thin inner folds trailing behind along the surface of his cock. He could see her glistening juices running down along the tight skin of his manhood. Gritting his teeth, he started pistoning into her, matching her movements. Akane groaned.

Michio opened his mouth enough to ask, “Do you want me to come in you?”

Mind mostly on her own approaching orgasm, Akane answered obediently, “Yes. I wa- ... I mean, this little whore wants you to come in her.”

“Then here it comes!” the boy roared, grabbing the tops of her thighs and slamming his hips upward. Like an erupting volcano, cum shot out of the top of his cock to fill her. Seconds later he slumped back down to the bed.

Akane was still desperately riding his deflating prick. Michio slapped her ass and said, “Time to get off me.” When she didn't immediately obey, he lifted her off and dumped her on her side on the bed. He then rose up on one arm, looking down at her. She was looking back up at him unhappily, but said nothing.

Michio smiled cheerfully. “Sorry for not holding out long enough for you to come yourself.” He paused, but not surprisingly, she said nothing in reply. Still smiling, he suggested, “Since I'm sure you need to come pretty badly, I think you'd better go ahead and take care of it yourself. Don't worry, I've seen you play with yourself before, so I won't be embarrassed.”

Akane stared at him. “But ...”

He interrupted before she could explain that she didn't need it anywhere near that badly. “I couldn't think of denying you your own pleasure. I insist that you frig yourself right now. In fact, just for your sake, I want to see you work a couple of fingers into your cunt and fingerfuck yourself.”

His emphasis on the word “insist” sent the message home loud and clear. She was not permitted to refuse. Akane turned her face away from him and moved her legs apart. She put a hand to her crotch and slid her middle finger along her slit, pressing it between the folds.

“Turn and face me, Akane-chan,” Michio requested in a manner which was clearly a command. “Keep your eyes open. I know you want to see how much I enjoy watching you.”

Hating him while not daring to show it, Akane turned her face back his way and looked into his eyes while she played with herself. He was clearly taking immense sadistic pleasure in forcing her to perform this most private of acts for his viewing pleasure. Wanting only to get it over with, Akane quickly found the plateau where he'd rudely dropped her off and started scaling toward the peak once again.

Sliding two fingers inside of herself, Akane let her eyelids flutter closed, only opening them for a couple of seconds at a time. This seemed to satisfy the piece of vermin. During the periods while her eyes were closed she allowed herself to imagine that the fingers slipping in and out of her were actually Ranma's manhood. It didn't take long before she stiffened and cried out wordlessly, then slumped in fatigue. She withdrew the fingers, coated with semen and her own fluids.

Michio gloated. “That was a wonderful show! You really got into it, you little tramp you. I bet you do that every night in bed, thinking about all the fun things we've done to you during the day. Maybe I should have you do that in class one day. What do you think? Think you could get your hand up under your skirt without anyone noticing?”

“No,” Akane answered, not even bothering with either rage or scorn. “If I tried, people couldn't help but notice. Then your games would be over. Or else others would want to play.”

“And I don't want to share you with anyone else,” he responded, agreeing with her words. “Still, I'm sure we could manage something. Tell you what. Between every class period tomorrow, you slip into the restroom and get yourself off as quick as you can. You'll pass me in the hall somewhere on your way back, unless you're late — which you'd better not be. I expect to see that same rosy glow around your neck that you've got right now, and I may grab your hand to sniff your fingers. So make sure you don't wash your hands after. Have you got all that? Or do I have to spank you until your memory improves?”

Akane turned away from him, lying on her side, unable to bear seeing him. “I've got it all,” she told him wearily. “I'm not some robot you know. There isn't that much time between classes, and I'd have to get to the restroom and back. I ... I'll try. But ... I might not be able to manage every time. And people are going to notice me slipping out after every class.”

Michio shrugged, not that she could see given the direction she was facing. “Tell 'em you got the runs if they ask. And I'll be the one who decides whether you're trying hard enough, and whether to let you off the hook once or twice, or at all.”

He paused thinking, then added, “You know what? I think I'll give you an incentive. You and Takeo are both on cleaning duty after school tomorrow, and he was scheduled to have you there in the classroom after you finished. If you do a good enough job tomorrow, I'll make him cancel the session. Let him make it up later, sometime. There. Ain't I a nice guy?”

Akane grimaced at the thought of what he wanted. But the more she thought about it — a choice between several private masturbation sessions in the restroom, or letting that jerk Takeo screw her in the classroom after school — his proposal actually did sound like the better deal. She sighed and said, “I'll do my best.”

“Of course you will,” Michio acknowledged, still feeling high from the sex. “Now get your ass dressed and get out of here. I got better things to do with my time than chatting with a whore like you.”

Akane's arms spasmed. She barely restrained herself from spinning around and trying to slug him. One of these days, she promised herself. You just wait. One of these days ...

Akane stood up, found her clothes, and got dressed. She let herself out of the chief scum's house and walked slowly back to her own home — the one place in Nerima where she could feel safe.

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